The Mountain Squatter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGFG ABAB HEHE IJIJ JBJB KLKL MJMJ NONO PLPL QJQJ RBRB SPSP TBTB UJVJ WXWX TYTY ZBZB A2SA2J

Here in my mountain homeA
On rugged hills and steepB
I sit and watch you comeC
O Riverinia SheepB
You come from the fertile plainsD
Where saltbush sometimes growsE
And flats that when it rainsD
Will blossom like the roseE
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But when the summer sunF
Gleams down like burnished brassG
You have to leave your runF
And hustle off for grassG
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'Tis then that forced to roamA
You come to where I keepB
Here in my mountain homeA
A boarding house for sheepB
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Around me where I sitH
The wary wombat goesE
A beast of little witH
But what he knows he knowsE
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The very same remarkI
Applies to me alsoJ
I don't give out a sparkI
But what I know I knowJ
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My brain perhaps would showJ
No convolutions deepB
But anyhow I knowJ
The way to handle sheepB
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These Riverina cracksK
They do not care to rideL
The half inch hanging tracksK
Along the mountain sideL
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Their horses shake with fearM
When loosened boulders goJ
With leaps like startled deerM
Down to the gulfs belowJ
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Their very dogs will shirkN
And drop their tails in frightO
When asked to go and workN
A mob that's out of sightO
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My little collie pupP
Works silently and wideL
You'll see her climbing upP
Along the mountain sideL
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As silent as a foxQ
You'll see her come and goJ
A shadow through the rocksQ
Where ash and messmate growJ
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Then lost to sight and soundR
Behind some rugged steepB
She works her way aroundR
And gathers up the sheepB
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And working wide and shyS
She holds them rounded upP
The cash ain't coined to buyS
That little collie pupP
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And so I draw a screwT
For self and dog and keepB
To boundary ride for youT
O Riverina SheepB
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And when the autumn rainU
Has made the herbage growJ
You travel off againV
And glad no doubt to goJ
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But some are left behindW
Around the mountain's spreadX
For those we cannot findW
We put them down as deadX
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So when we say adieuT
And close the boarding jobY
I always find a fewT
Fresh ear marks in my mobY
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And what with those I sellZ
And what with those I keepB
You pay me pretty wellZ
O Riverina SheepB
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It's up to me to shoutA2
Before we say good byeS
Here's to a howlin' droughtA2
All west of GundagaiJ

Banjo Paterson



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